C position study, God chooses the way

"You can't sleep in my clothes, it's so tight, I still fasten the buttons of your clothes forcibly."

Mu Heng: "..."

His mind suddenly froze because of the amount of information in Ke Han's sentence.

First of all, the clothes are buttoned by Ke Han.

Under what circumstances would he need someone else to button him?

Secondly, if Ke Han buttoned him up, does that mean that something else happened before that?

What's the most normal thing to happen after getting caught in the rain?

Rinse with hot water, dry off, and change clothes.

Ke Han saw Mu Heng's face getting more and more strange, and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder with a smile.

"I have what you have, and you have what I have. Why are you nervous?"

Mu Heng: "I have never stayed in other people's homes."

Ke Han: "I remember that there is a sentence in the Chinese materials you asked me to memorize: the first time you are new, the second time you are familiar. There is nothing to be afraid of. If you are afraid of the dark, I will leave a light for you?"

The expression on Mu Heng's face changed from strange to desperate, and finally into fearless.

He pulled the buttons on his collar and climbed onto Ke Han's bed: "Forget it, go to sleep."

The moment he finished unbuttoning his clothes, Mu Heng hid under the blanket as if he was dead, without exposing his body at all.

Ke Han looked at him and smiled, and also climbed onto the bed.

……

The alarm goes off.

Sunlight filtered in through the cracks in the curtains.

Ke Han moved and found that there was someone on his bed.

The first feeling was that I was taken aback.

Then the memory soon came back, he remembered that he picked up Mu Heng back at night and took care of him for a long time.

The second feeling - hot.

Why is it so hot? !

Ke Han struggled to get out of bed, feeling the return of the king of summer.

He looked back, Mu Heng's eyes were closed tightly, as if he was still in a deep sleep.

Ke Han thought for a while, and reached out to push Mu Heng to wake him up, but the moment his palm touched Mu Heng, he felt something was wrong.

Mu Heng's body temperature seemed to be a bit overheated.

Even through a layer of quilt, Ke Han could feel the surface of his hot body.

Ke Han froze for a moment.

He hurried back and touched Mu Heng's forehead.

Sure enough, it was hot.

Mu Heng must have a fever.

Thinking of this, Ke Han quickly jumped out of bed and left a note for his mother—I don't know if his mother is awake or not.

Then he returned to his room with a wet towel and wiped Mu Heng's forehead.

In case Mu Heng had a fever at his house and something happened, Ke Han was sure that the nouveau riche parents Mu Heng was talking about would definitely trouble him.

After basic treatment, Ke Han dragged Mu Heng, who was barely wearing his clothes, out of the bed and took him to the hospital.

Forget about the ambulance, I don't know how long it will take until the other party arrives, it's just a fever, and the patient can still be moved.

Ke Han dragged Mu Heng all the way to the hospital for emergency treatment, and then sent him directly to the infusion hall for infusion.

Looking at Mu Heng who was asleep, Ke Han still had lingering fears. He was afraid that Mu Heng would wake up in a daze, so he pulled out his infusion needle.

This possibility is too scary.

Ke Han took out a length of rope from his pocket and tied Mu Heng's other hand to the chair provided for the patient to rest next to him, feeling relieved.

When he came to the hospital along the way, Mu Heng was so feverish that he was talking nonsense.

However, Ke Han listened and listened, and after listening too much, he clarified the logic inside.

Probably in Mu Heng's hallucination, he was confronting his parents.

He wants to be free.

He yearns for freedom.

"I'm going to participate in the competition, I just want to participate in the competition... I will come back, why don't you listen to me, I said I will come back..."

Topsy-turvy gibberish.

Mu Heng even hugged Ke Han and cried softly, but the clothes on Ke Han's wet stomach didn't mean that.

Mu Heng was still murmuring incoherently until he was sent to the hospital gate.

If it wasn't for the driver's help, it might be difficult for Ke Han to lift Mu Heng out of the car. After all, he was hugged tightly and it was difficult to get out.

When he was sent to the emergency room, Mu Heng frowned tightly, and the doctor took his temperature—good guy! 41!

Hurry up to send the infusion, urgently find a way to cool down, and if the temperature rises, I'm afraid I'm going to be burned into a fool!

Next to the emergency infusion center where Mu Heng lies next to the emergency nurse station, there are two or three nurses crowded into a small room that is not too spacious. Various medicines are placed on the shelf near the nurse's position. A feeling of antiquatedness that is out of track with the times.

Ke Han asked the nurse next to him to help take care of Mu Heng, put the mobile phone with the nurse, and went to the bathroom by himself.

If there is any accident, the other party can call himself.

"Well……"

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Heng finally woke up.

He blinked and felt pain all over his body, as if he had been hit by a car and suffered internal injuries.

The only good thing is that this pain is not too sharp, just a dull pain.

There is a sense of fever in the upper respiratory tract.

fever?

Mu Heng tried to move, but before he could move, he found himself trapped on this strange bed.

He looked around carefully and found that this bed was not Ke Han's bed.

So where is he?

Turning his gaze, he saw the young lady nurse in the infusion station. He was stunned for a second, and then he understood where he was.

The second question, what about Ke Han?

If he was sent to the hospital by Ke Han, there is no reason why he is not here.

The nurse lady turned around while chatting, and glanced at Mu Heng's infusion bag. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mu Heng who was awake.

There is a little blood on the edge of the black and white eyes, it should be because I didn't sleep well last night.

Mu Heng: "Miss, can I ask why I was tied here?"

As he spoke, he showed his right hand which was covered by a small quilt to the other party. A circle of red rope that might be used for packing something was wrapped around Mu Heng's right wrist and connected to the chair next to him.

The nurse lady stared at Mu Heng for a moment.

In fact, she didn't know why the boy who had just left tied Mu Heng to the chair, and it was difficult for her to understand the other party's thinking.

She paused for a second, then replied hesitantly, "I don't know either, your friend should have tied you there just now."

Mu Heng frowned.

He felt that Ke Han had no reason to do such a thing of tying himself to a chair.

"Can you help me untie it?" Mu Heng asked.

The nurse lady shook her head with a smile: "We can't leave without authorization, you can untie it after that person comes back, he should be back soon."

When she said this, she exchanged a wink with her companion, and said with a smile: "By the way, your friend gave us your mobile phone, let us watch you, it is not easy for us to untie it for you, you want it?" Why don't you play with your phone for a while to relieve boredom?"

Mu Heng accepted the phone resignedly.

"..."

But he found that even if he wanted to play with his mobile phone, it seemed inconvenient. After all, he was infusing with one hand and the other was tied.

In desperation, he had no choice but to ask the nurses again, asking them to call Ke Han for help.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Mu Heng didn't know when he would be able to regain his freedom.

After his difficult attempts, he finally opened a video app and opened a documentary casually to avoid being too bored.

I don't know how long it took, but Ke Han finally came back.

He didn't just come back, he brought a whole bunch of breakfast.

Soup dumplings, crystal steamed dumplings... Mu Heng was relieved to see his figure appear.

Also know to come back.

Ke Han saw that Mu Heng was awake, and quickly quickened his pace.

He trotted up to Mu Heng in three steps and two steps, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Mu Heng rolled his eyes.

Can't even move, he can only express his mood with white eyes now.

"I bought breakfast, can you eat it? Have some?"

Mu Heng was indeed a little hungry.

After Ke Han untied the red rope for him, he suddenly received a text message while holding his mobile phone——

[TO Hengheng: We will not chase you any more and ask you to do anything, but starting today, we will temporarily freeze other large amounts of money on your card. We don’t want you to become a person who depends on money .Your dear parents. 】

Mu Heng: "???"

and many more.

What does it mean? !

Mu Heng looked at the text message he received and reasonably suspected that it was a spam text message.

Or cheat text messages at first glance.

[TO Lao Mu: What are you doing? 】

Mu Heng took his own breakfast from Ke Han while waiting for the other party's reply.

[TO Hengheng: We froze your savings account.If you want to spend money, you'd better go home.Of course, if you insist on staying out, then we can only wish you a happy life.In addition, the basic living expenses will be called to you on a monthly basis. 】

Mu Heng: "..."

He felt he needed a little more experimentation.

So, he opened his online bank account and checked the balance—[0.00 yuan]

Mu Heng: "..."

He silently held the phone in front of Ke Han.

"Take a look, is my account cleared?"

Ke Han glanced casually: "Yes."

Mu Heng changed another card.

Ke Han: "It's zero."

Mu Heng changed another card.

Ke Han: "...what do you want?"

Mu Heng took a deep breath and said deeply, "My parents have frozen all the money that my parents saved from my New Year's Eve pocket money and other money."

Ke Han: "...so?"

Mu Heng: "Now I'm all over the body, and I may not even have money for medical expenses."

Ke Han: "You can use the medical insurance card. I haven't read the medical insurance card just now."

Mu Heng saw that the medical insurance card was indeed not locked, but what was the use of this, the funds on the medical insurance card could only flow to special designated departments, and could not be used in other places.

To put it simply, this can only be used to drink Banlangen as a drink every day, and it cannot buy him a drink.

Mu Heng: "Ke Han, I'm so poor."

Ke Han: "I often feel the same way."

Mu Heng: "What should I do?"

Ke Han opened his mouth, but suddenly stopped all the words he wanted to persuade Mu Heng to go home.

He kept listening to Mu Heng chanting along the way, and kept listening to him chanting.

In fact, Mu Heng really lived a very difficult life.

On the surface, it looks flamboyant, but in fact, he cares more about the feelings of the people around him than anyone else, trying to test other people's ideas... I spent countless nights studying alone, and spent countless days laughing and laughing with everyone.

Why do you want to be a "student god"?

Probably because in this way, everyone can get satisfactory results.

Mu Heng's own opinion is not important.

"Do you want to stay at my house first?"

Before Ke Han realized it, he had already blurted out that sentence.

Mu Heng was taken aback: "Huh?"

He didn't expect Ke Han to make such an invitation.

Ke Han reacted and felt a little weird, so he added: "If you find a suitable rental house, you can move out directly. You see, you have helped me for so long, and I won't help you with anything. It seems kind of weird."

Mu Heng raised his eyebrows slightly.

In fact, Ke Han's invitation is even more strange.

Inviting others to live in his home temporarily... Mu Heng thought of his two numbers.

"hiss--"

If he really lived with Ke Han, the probability of him falling off the horse would definitely be greatly increased.

"There are still more than ten days in this month. If you go out to find a house to rent now, you will definitely have to pay an extra month's rent. The balance of every card you just showed me is zero. How do you plan to pay the deposit? How to pay the rent?" Ke Han carefully analyzed what he knew to Mu Heng, "I know you live in a hotel, but that one is more expensive, it costs four to five hundred a day, are you sure you can pay it?"

Mu Heng: "..."

Ke Han thought for a while: "If I were your parents, I would definitely not give you too much living expenses every month in order to let you go back. Generally, it is probably to find a lawyer to notarize and draw up a reasonable plan that can meet the basic living expenses. amount."

Mu Heng raised his hand: "I'll interrupt, so, you mean I have to go with you?"

Ke Han: "It's not necessary to come with me, but if you don't come with me, I think there is a high possibility of you sleeping on the street."

Mu Heng was dumbfounded.

In fact, Ke Han can think of most of the things he can think of.

It's just that he didn't think about it before.

In addition, his parents didn't cut off his money when he signed the agreement, so he didn't follow the train of thought that Ke Han said just now.

Mu Heng tried to negotiate: "A part of the money they took away was actually earned by myself."

Ke Han: "My friend, your parents paid for you to grow up so big."

Choked by Ke Han, Mu Heng finally faced the reality.

"Okay, thank you, I'll try not to bother you."

Ke Han smiled: "Why do you think I let you live in our house? I let you cook."

Mu Heng was stunned: "Just be happy."

All of a sudden, he became a pitiful little boy living under the fence.

"Let me send a message to the teacher first. Now think about what to eat for dinner. I will cook it for you then."

Ke Han was a little surprised: "You really know how to cook?"

Mu Heng: "Why should I lie to you?"

……

Linshan Middle School, Academic Affairs Office.

There are stacks of books and materials everywhere, ranging from [-] language articles to [-] technical explanations. It is simply an enhanced version of the waste recycling bin.

Dean Lin, who was given the nickname "Cold Face Killer", sat in the middle of the stack of books, staring at the phone, and then pushed his silver-rimmed glasses.

eerie light.

He picked up the phone: "Hi, Lao Qiu, what's the matter?"

On the other side of the phone, Teacher Qiu, the teaching director of Anhe No. [-] Middle School, said kindly, "It's like this. Two students from our school said that they went to the Hehuatan Night Market yesterday."

Teacher Lin asked calmly, "What do you want to do? Just say it, don't go around the bush."

Teacher Qiu laughed "hehe": "It's not a big deal, I just saw a few of your Linshan students drinking and punching at the food stall."

Teacher Lin sneered, "Are those two students you mentioned yourself?"

Teacher Qiu calmly denied the other party's conjecture, and added: "You are a third-year student in Linshan Middle School."

Before he finished speaking, he read quickly as if a wolf was chasing after him: "Grade Three and Five, Dialect; Senior Class 31, Song Ke."

Teacher Lin at this end was about to interrupt, but was interrupted by Teacher Qiu.

"Old Lin, take a look at the current Linshan, is there a lack of a few leaders?"

As the teaching director of Linshan Middle School, Mr. Lin will not be ignorant of the meaning of the word "leading".

And among the many meanings he knew, there was only one meaning that was specifically used for Linshan.

That is - some students are singled out to hang on the wall, not only to motivate themselves, but also to inspire other students.

Teacher Lin looked at the surrounding environment.

get out of class is not over yet, and no one is here.

He asked Mr. Qiu, "What the hell are you doing?"

Teacher Qiu smiled: "I think these five students are pretty good. Would you like to consider supervising them so that they can get on the right track?"

Teacher Lin scratched his head.

He really didn't know what medicine was sold in Lao Qiu's gourd.

"let me tell you……"

……

Dialect, who ran faster yesterday, just got out of the classroom after class, when he heard a roar behind him—"Dialect! Dialect in Class [-] and [-] of high school! Teacher Lin is looking for you!"

Dialect looked back suspiciously: "Which Teacher Lin is looking for me?"

In fact, he probably knew it, but he still had to ask a special question to feel at ease.

After all, no one would be so bored as to chat with the dean of their school.

Chatting and chatting might be called a parent.

"You, Uncle Lin!"

Well, that's right.

Dialect turned around and calmed himself down.

What he was looking for was Dean Lin, and there was only one "Uncle Lin" in Linshan Middle School.

Linshan is not a good school, so the students here are also in a state of being overgrown like weeds and difficult to discipline.

Even a good student is nothing more than not causing trouble.

Basically, you don't have to think about the grades.

When Fang Yan walked into the dean's office, he immediately found a few of his "friends".

These people know each other only because they live in the same area, and because they smell like each other.

It's hard to tell if they are real friends or not.

Several other people have already accepted Teacher Lin's reprimand in the office with indescribable expressions.

what happened?

Dialect, who has always had no chance to cause trouble because of his lazy personality, showed a confused expression.

He walked into the office slowly, and then stood beside Mr. Lin.

"Teacher, what can you do for me?"

Teacher Lin glanced at him, pushed his glasses from the side with one hand, and asked calmly: "It's okay, as a teacher, can't I come to talk to you guys?"

dialect:"……"

This heart-to-heart talk you mentioned.

Will it throw me to copy the student handbook while talking?

Teacher Lin couldn't hear the inner voice of the dialect. He just knocked on the table and said to Li Tao: "I remember that you are the oldest among you. Come and tell them what happened last night?"

Li Tao: "My brother and I drank a little wine."

"Snapped!"

Teacher Lin pulled out a metal multi-section retractable pointer from nowhere, pulled it away instantly, and put it on the table next to it.

"I think your Chinese teacher should have taught you precise words."

Li Tao shivered all over.

He regained his composure as quickly as possible, and re-described: "The four of us drank a case of beer last night, it was Red Continental beer."

dialect:"……"

Are you a bit too precise?

Teacher Lin sneered: "So, before that?"

Li Tao didn't dare to say anything.

Only then did Dialect remember what he had done last night.

He followed this group of cronies to track down a meat thief!

I stole a huge bunch of bacon, and stole all the bacon on the bamboo rack in the broken grandpa's house!

Grandpa almost went blind from crying!

In the end they only found one cat, and it was a very unlucky black cat.

Bah, bah, bad luck.

If they can catch people, they can help grandpa get some money back... Grandpa's life is so difficult, his eyesight is bad, and he can only rely on picking up scraps on the side of the road. If it weren't for the donation from the community care center He has so much meat, probably only after the Chinese New Year, everyone will be able to see Grandpa making his specialty smoked sausage.

Grandpa's sausage is the best.

When he was a child, he would run around on the lotus beach with a few cronies during Chinese New Year, and would go to Grandpa's house to beg him for a bowl of bacon rice.

Knowing that he went to grandpa's house to "beg for food", his grandma would make a special trip to take a clean bowl, pick two good home-cooked dishes from her family's New Year's Eve dinner, fill it up and send it to grandpa in a small dialect .

When he was six or seven years old, Fang Yan would secretly eat two pieces of food from his family's food for Grandpa. When he grew up, he never did this kind of thing again.

However, last night, things took a turn for the worse, and the owner of the thieves cat appeared.

It was a face they had never seen among the residents of Hehuatan.

A group of passionate youths made an agreement to settle accounts with the thief cat owner who stole the meat, but they were beaten up by that woman.

Dialect ran fast and was not caught.

Originally, he was going to find Yaoyaoling, but on the way, his mother, who was big and round, grabbed him by the ears and asked him to help wash the pigs into the water.

He washed and washed until twelve o'clock in the evening.

The main reason is that his father is not at home these few days, and the workload at home is quite heavy.

The dialect simply left the whole thing behind.

But it's also quite strange, if he forgot about it, why didn't Li Tao and the others contact him?

"We helped the nearby grandfather catch the thief who stole his sausage." Fang Yan replied confidently, without the slightest hint of guilt.

Teacher Lin glanced at the dialect in surprise.

It seemed completely unexpected that this group of young people would make such an answer.

"So—you drank to celebrate catching the thief?"

I don't know this dialect anymore, and he didn't go drinking with his friends last night.

Besides, he doesn't like to drink too much. After drinking, he has a headache and can't even sleep well.

Song Ke whispered back from the side: "Teacher, we are all adults..."

"Snapped!"

When Teacher Lin heard the sound, he whipped the pointer on his desk.

Everyone trembled in unison.

"Are you an adult? You are not my student when you are an adult?!"

Zhao Jinglei couldn't help explaining: "Teacher, what Song Ke meant was that we are all grown-ups, so it's okay to drink a little wine, right?"

Song Ke immediately shook her head in horror.

He wasn't, he wasn't, it wasn't him!

Teacher Lin: "Hehe."

……

About ten minutes later, before the bell was about to ring for the big class break, Li Tao and the others finally came out of the Academic Affairs Office with nothing to love.

In the middle, they experienced "you are cruel", "you are not cruel", "you are cruel", "you are not cruel"... a series of tortures, and they almost didn't kneel to Teacher Lin in the office.

Uncle Lin is still your uncle.

It is always easy to find the most suitable language "rogue" logic, so that students shut themselves out on the spot.

Fang Yan watched the other students walking slowly towards their respective classrooms. He specifically grabbed Li Tao and asked him, "What's the matter with you? Why didn't you call me for drinking last night?"

Li Tao's eyes became darker and darker.

He looked around and seemed a little suspicious.

He pulled the dialect into a corner with extra care, and then said to him: "Don't talk about this, I was really scared to death, last night."

Dialect: "Why?"

Li Tao's face was full of pain: "You may not know, I really saw a ghost last night!"

Dialect didn't believe Li Tao's words: "There are no ghosts in this world. You should read more physics books and less "School Beauty's Personal Magician"."

Li Tao tremblingly took out his mobile phone.

There are several new scratches on the surface of the phone, most likely he just made it last night.

"You see!"

The split-screen mode of the mobile phone is forcibly locked.

The lower layer can still be used normally, but the upper layer has become a black and white text board.

[Please complete the content of the first unit of mathematics for the college entrance examination in the "I Love Learning" app. After completion, you will have ten hours of free time. 】

dialect:"……"

What the hell is this?

Got a virus?

He threw the phone back into Li Tao's arms, and said to him, "Did you click on some hot Dongcheng link? It's obviously a virus!"

Li Tao shook his head in horror.

"You don't know, last night, all the smart furniture in my house moved!"

"I was going to take a shower when I got home, but the water heater just stopped firing... No, no, it didn't stop firing, it just didn't hide it! It's life from an alien planet! It, they are invading the earth !"

Dialect: "...I have a thermometer in the drawer, would you like to measure it?"

"..." Li Tao, "What I said is true."

Dialect nodded very sincerely: "What I said is also true."

Li Tao became angry: "If you don't believe me, ask Jinglei and the others! What I said is really true!"

Dialect patted his childhood friend on the shoulder, left him with a hopeless attitude, and was about to go back to his classroom.

He returns to the classroom.

Sitting in the Feng Shui treasure place by the window, the class bell rang soon.

But in this kind of school that is not a good school, in the lower-ranked classes, the students used thick teaching materials and textbooks to build a high wall, trying to block all the invading forces belonging to the teacher.

Some of them play mobile phones behind this high wall, and some read extracurricular books on their own behind this. Of course-whether it is a meeting or a class, there will never be a group of people who are asleep .

Dialect connected to the Internet, opened the music app, put on headphones, and was about to fall asleep listening to light music behind his high wall.

However, the moment he got down on the ground——

"Ah~ um~ ah~ don't~..."

Dialect jumped up in fright.

What the hell? !

The teacher on the podium immediately set his eyes on him.

Fortunately, it's not the head teacher, otherwise the dialect would be cold today.

The one who is teaching is the physics teacher who appreciates the dialect the most, his hair is completely white, and he is still in good spirits in his forties.

The physics teacher looked at Fang Yan who stood up, and said, "So, Fang Yan, do you want to come up and solve this problem?"

dialect:"……"

He reluctantly put away his mobile phone, and stepped onto the podium as if he had sacrificed his life.

Fortunately, he is good at physics and can solve this problem. Otherwise, he would be embarrassed to go up, and his mobile phone would be confiscated below, and he would show the strange content that he was poisoned in public... Dialect was trembling with fright at his own thoughts for a moment.

Even if he argues that he is infected with a virus, there are probably people who will refute him—why it is not someone else's mobile phone that has a virus, but yours.

This kind of thing is originally the hidden logic of the victim's original sin that cannot be explained.

A person can be socially dead on the spot.

He returned to his seat and turned on his phone again.

A whiteboard appeared on it, the same as Li Tao's mobile phone, and there were words on the whiteboard!

[Please complete the content of the first unit of mathematics for the college entrance examination in the "I Love Learning" app. After completion, you will have ten hours of free time. 】

dialect:"……"

He has a dirty word to say about this strange virus.

Knock you? !

Did you hear me? !

Knock you? !

But knocking is impossible for real knocking. After all, it is a new mobile phone I bought, so I can't waste it like this after spending a lot of money.

He doesn't intend to follow the other party's statement to complete the "I love learning" college entrance examination mathematics

……

Mu Heng sat on the sofa at Ke Han's house and smiled knowingly at his mobile phone.

He doesn't like to draw too arbitrary conclusions to a matter.

It was the same with yesterday's incident.

Chu Baiyue gave him a whole new aspect of information. The source of the information could not stand up to scrutiny, but at least it let Mu Heng know the other process of the matter.

It wasn't that the group of senior high school students were so bored that they wanted to beat cats for fun, but the black cat stole their things first, and then got beaten.

The lower hand is a little heavier.

Not hopeless.

I hope that the enhanced version of the youth mode of "I Love Learning" can make them study "happy" and get on the right path.

Mu Heng smiled and put down his phone.

Forget about this group of people first, because there is one more important thing right now - he has to cook lunch for Ke Han and the others.

【"What to eat?"】

【"casual."】

【"It will be all right."】

"Anything" and "anything is fine" are really the most difficult dishes in the world.

Mu Heng sighed, put away his phone, and walked to the kitchen.

……

There is at least one "daily" post on the World Forum every day, and it is often deleted by the poster the next day after it appears.

[Today, have you been abused by the "Shuangsha of the Underworld"?No!The two chefs were furious. (East Eighth District, Simplified)]

[What a beautiful day when the wind is calm and the sea is calm. 】

[Thank you for cooking. (translated)]

[Buying Love Shuangjue has not slaughtered the arena for two days, I am not used to it. 】

[They are very busy. (translated)]

[Yes, I testify. (translated)]

[I think they may think that the Guangtu Arena is not interesting anymore, and want to make something more interesting. 】

【What? !Is the huge arena no longer able to satisfy the goddamned desire to win?Panic.JPG]

[To be honest, they are already strong enough and hardcore, so it's not unusual for them to be slaughtered in another place, right? 】

[Upstairs... I just randomly organized a group to "Leibniz doesn't understand functions". 】

【**? ! 】

【***? 】

【************】

……

【Could you change the way I can understand to post?This row after row of asterisks, if you don't know it, you may think that you have a bug. 】

[Speaking of which, friends on the ninth floor, how do you feel about randomly forming a group with big guys who don't understand you?Isn't it cool? 】

【Yeah, I want to know too. (translated)]

【+1】

【+1】

【+911】

[+...Wait, it seems that the ninth floor here is me. 】

【I'm back, my feeling can probably be accurately described with a scene. 】

[Live broadcast? 】

[That is probably: Have you ever seen the parking lot after the tornado?My brain is that parking lot. 】

[The wonderful metaphor of the peak. 】

【what is this?I just came out of the three random rows with the boss, and the boss directly used a mechanical voice to scold the girl who was randomly arranged with us on the spot!That's a real loli! 】

[What's wrong with Lori?Lori has eaten your rice? !Get out! 】

【No, it's too bad to scold and cry people, isn't it?Don't you just brush up on the questions, okay? 】

【that is.Captain Hastings of our PAYM never swears, okay?How rude. (translated)]

【I'm the landlord, besides, where is your building crooked?Here is the post of burying love CP, okay?Everyone, don't mess in here! 】

【What's wrong?Is the World Forum your home? 】

[Want to fight? @镜花水月, the landlord, right?Do you dare to make an appointment with the arena? 】

[Students from East Eighth District, what kind of stars are you chasing, can't you do your homework?Don't keep messing with that group of nympho who say "captain loves me", "captain is the most handsome" and "captain is the strongest in the universe" all day long.Also, Leibniz didn't understand function Saigao!dog head.JPG]

[What Leibniz doesn't understand functions!Tell him not to understand adults!Funny.JPG]

[Why do you look down on our captain fans! (translated)]

[What captain?Are you talking about our captain who is blind and soft-hearted and takes blame every day?Laugh and cry.JPG]

[What captain?Are you talking about the captain who is wearing red and white shorts and running around with a frying pan?Die laughing.JPG]

[I am not a CP, those who want to fight against me come to the arena, room number: 6838, Ragnarok. 】

[Slowly play one? 】

【? 】

【**?Is it really me? 】

【Mother!I met the "Unknown" Xueshen himself, and my math was saved! 】

【Mom: Don’t save her, if you can’t save her, let her die. 】

[The two chefs are heartbroken. 】

【Um?Why can't I get in?Is it current limiting?Or am I stuck? (translated)]

[No, it's because your points rank is too low. (translated)]

【etc!I hit it!I hit it! "Twilight of the Gods" is an exclusive room for those who don't love bosses! ! ! 】

……

Although just now Ke Han suddenly exploded in the bubbling forum post with "Leibniz doesn't understand functions".

But his real life is still very ordinary